[ Maybe it isn't so much that he's here for her, maybe it's that she's here for him. Maybe it's some strange melding of the two things, or maybe it's random. Doesn't matter. People always look for deeper meanings in their dreams, and sometimes that's the case - your mind plays back themes and thoughts based on your waking, daily life.

Sometimes dreams are just dreams, random electrical signal bursts mixed in with the rest. Then there's the added layer of this place, connecting minds across distance. First they cut his hair, then they steal the privacy of his dreams.

The point is, who the hell knows?

He hums softly at I'll have to stop you. They've danced this dance before, haven't they? She's good, he knows it, it's just the metal arm gives him a leg up. Once he gets it around her throat, there are no pressure points for her to attack anywhere within her reach. He's two for two. Three, if you count the bullet wound.

But he doesn't want it to go that way, so he's trying diplomacy first. ]

Maybe it doesn't end because you fall.

[ Over and over again. Not that she's meant to sit on the ledge for eternity, but because Vormir demands a body at the bottom.

Maybe it just can't be hers anymore. ]

How many times have you been through this? Don't they say something about the definition of insanity...

[ Repeating the same behaviors over and over, expecting different results. ]